Dear Mother Earth -

•April 22, 2014 • Leave a Comment

kbosin:

Thoughts from 2011 that still ring true today. #everydayisearthday

Originally posted on A Chesapeake Journal:

Thanks for the ever-changing seasons – daily sunrises – lightning bugs – whistle of wind in the pines – spring temperatures – moonshine – sweet corn – spruce trees – green onions – song of the chickadee – pineapples – snowstorms – compost – tiny fresh arugula – colors of the sunset – lilacs that smell like Grandma – look of 10 egrets perched in a tree – taste of fresh ginger – morning coffee – pearls in oysters – autumn leaves - green garlic – Maryland blue crabs – cats’ purr – shapes of icicles –  babbling brooks – moving tides – gold in the hills – river birch – scent of a baby – rolling waves – soft hoot of an owl – rainforests – changing views of the sky – wisps of a feather – gobble of a turkey – maple syrup – warmth of the sun – seeds that feed…

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spring roll on the Shore

•April 19, 2014 • 1 Comment

…the other kind of spring roll – not the one you eat, but the one you experience.

Early sunrises and sunsets at the dock, freshly mown lawns, boats rolling into town, tourists walking the streets. Crabcake stands on Rt. 33, tractors on the back roads. Foxy’s marina bar opening day and the first party of the season at Pot Pie Farm! Annual opening day of St. Michaels FRESHFARM market with fresh pea shoots and those greenhouse tomatoes. Taste tasting new flavors at Justine’s Ice Cream. Rachel Vecchio’s salty brownies and other yumsters from the Route 33 Baking Company. Turtles crossing roads and osprey dropping long sticks.

Wind, tulips, dandelions, mulch.

It’s here!

fleeting…

•April 17, 2014 • 3 Comments

fading…

flash in the pan.

But yes, Magnolia – I saw you. Your bloom was noticed, appreciated.

Your scent, so sweet. You matter.

magnolia blossoms

 

osprey o’clock

•April 14, 2014 • 2 Comments

Me: “why does she (dog) smell like fish?”

(dumb question)

Kevin: “Well, she was eating it.       It was in the yard.       It fell from the sky.”

Me: “oh.   gotcha.”

 

#throwbackthursday

•April 10, 2014 • 1 Comment

summer tomatoes

bunny patrol

•April 9, 2014 • 2 Comments

His gaze is piercing, his cry is sharp. His territory sweeps across this little neck, from the loblolly woods on Harris Creek to the marshy end of the cove. Luckily for us, his territory seems to include our vegetable garden.

He saw me creeping up with my camera this morning, attempting stealth. Of course, he watched my every move.

hawk

Farewell, friend

•April 7, 2014 • 9 Comments

She was jet black, with a little silver around her muzzle.

She had a strong, steady gaze and a serious disposition, except when she pranced and leapt in the air with delight (usually just before supper.)

Few souls on this earth enjoy mealtime as much as she did.

So mellow, she modulated the energy around her. As if her own life-force spread out, and filled the room with OOM. It was impossible, for instance, to quarrel when she was nearby – you just didn’t feel like it.

A yogi?

Perhaps.

A canine?

Indeed.

Except! She had more in common with every cat I ever knew – than any dog.

What? A Labrador Retriever like a cat?

Exactly!

She was a golden, solid friend of mine. And to her family, more precious than diamonds, rubies and pearls.

May the tears shed from broken hearts today pave your way into the next paradise, Zoe.

(sniff)

Godspeed.

 
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